But he looks so good in it, I replied, trailing my palm up his thick thigh.
Sol’s lips captured mine, his tongue a welcome presence in my mouth as he continued to lift my dress higher and higher. Vox’s palm moved to my bare limb, slipping between my thighs and upward to my heated center.
I moaned as he cupped me through the lace, my body responding to them all in different ways.
Fire in my veins for Titus.
Liquid warmth for Cyrus.
A writhing spirit for Exos.
Aroused scents permeating the air for Vox.
And an earthly quiver jolting my body for Sol.
Oh Fae...
They were right yet again. I needed this, a moment to forget, to just be me, to ground us all with the elements and experience the bonds Mother Nature intended me to have.
My fingers wove into Sol’s thick russet hair, holding him to me as I devoured him in kind. My opposite hand went to rest over Vox’s between my thighs, urging him to do more than just cup me.
Fabric rustled.
My dress flying over my head.
Lace ripping.
A cool breeze teasing my exposed skin.
They had me naked so quickly that I could scarcely breathe, but I trusted them implicitly. These were my mates. My fae. My men. They would never hurt me.
No, they wanted to take care of me.
I released Sol’s nape and lowered my grasp to his groin. They were all wearing too many clothes, a complaint I voiced out loud, which earned me a few warm, masculine chuckles in response.
But I heard them complying.
Their zippers music to my ears.
This was what I needed, a chance to play with my elements, to weave our souls even closer in the mating circle, to take us that much closer to completion.
With all five.
Oh, this had never happened before. Only three. And they’d nearly killed me with pleasure. But I would handle this, for them, because I wanted it. Wanted them.
Sol shifted, his suit disappearing beneath his hands and leaving him primed, naked, and ready. I didn’t wait. Didn’t ask. I just straddled him, taking him inside me on a rumble of vicious need.
The entire room vibrated, his control hanging on by a thread. However, that was exactly what he needed to break. I could feel it in the way our bodies came together, the underlying desire to bestow his trust in me, to allow our connection to deepen, and for my power to literally ground his.
“Use me,” I whispered. “I can take it.”
His palm splayed across the base of my spine, his mouth brushing mine. “Claire…”
“I’m here,” Vox said, his chest pressing to my back and shooting a current through us that stole my ability to think and breathe. I tossed my head back against his shoulder, my breasts heaving. He wrapped an arm around my center, stabilizing me between them.
Energy hummed between the three of us, Vox and Sol holding each other’s gazes and communicating some unspoken words.
Cyrus stepped up to the couch wearing nothing but a pair of dress pants, his rippled abdomen on display and begging my fingers to explore. He caught my hand and brought it to his lips, then guided it backward to Vox’s groin.